He’s one of us, he’s a Goodfella.

I’m reminded of the time I was a Goodfella and we had a gang meeting.There was Micky EyesME “What’s up fella”Pete the KillerPtK “I took care of that thing for you”Sally Balls’ brother Fat AndyFA “Salute”And Jimmy Ninety Two Times. He got that name because he said everything 92 timesJ92x “I’m going to get theContinue reading “He’s one of us, he’s a Goodfella.”

You must live like animals!

As part of my plan to combat my increasing withdrawal and depression I’m putting together a list of jobs to do around the house. I’m hoping that getting in to a routine and achieving something every day will help. Having a look on Pinterest to get a little help with ideas was an eye opener!Continue reading “You must live like animals!”

Milk and a biscuit. A poem.

Inspired by the night time ritual with my children. “A glass of milk, alone, is a splendid treat. A biscuit, solo, tastes oh so sweet. There must have been a time when milk and biscuit were sister and brother because when taken together they complement one another. Just before bed they can help you sleep.”Continue reading “Milk and a biscuit. A poem.”

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